Pronoia, Elysium
January 1st, 1833
Regent Marcian Doukas looked at the reports in front of him and scratched his chin. There were much to consider. The civil war was now inevitable. Elysian control over a majority of the country, the industry and population was lost. Parts of New Greece, the capital and the West was all that was left.
His grace’s government had control over a plurality of the armed forces, barely, though. And the HRE, their colony Louisiana and the Japanese colony in Alaska had been convinced to join their side.
Not surprising, seeing as the rebels were filthy Communists, a bane and threat to all things royal and traditional. The Red Scare was real. The stories about the excesses of the Communists were widespread, and some might even be true.
Doukas had made sure to spread the stories, they made good propaganda. The remaining Communists were on the backfoot and the support for the needed warfare was increasing.
The stories about planned strikes and terrorism was true, though. The secret police had uncovered several plots – both against the young king and other notables.
Doukas scratched his chin again.
The nationalization of women stories were too wild to be true though. He refused to believe them. Still, they made good propaganda. He made a note of making sure the loyalist news papers spread the stories.
He sighed.
Even though the king was committed to revenge, he hoped he could convince the young man to let his feelings be tempered by practicality. The king was not in charge, not yet, but it would be prudent for Doukas’ future standing in court if he didn’t make an enemy of him. Doukas was sure that if the Elysian kingdom were to survive, certain reforms were needed.
But how to convince a grieving twelve-year-old?